As prodigal of all dear graceAs Nature was in making graces dear,When she did starve the general world beside,And prodigally gave them all to you.Shakespeare.Loves Labours Lost, Act II. Scene 1. (Boyet to the Princess of France.)

1. For grace thou wilt have none.2. Whatnone?1. No, by my troth! not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter.Shakespeare.King Henry IV., Part I. Act I. Scene 2. (Falstaff and Prince Henry.)